Oh God what pain is this which has no cure?
Oh friend what wound is this which has no medicine?
My strange heart doesn't get tired of love
It will go to it's lover on time and never come back again
A heart in love never gets tired of love
The fear of afterlife means nothing to it
This is a market of love and our souls are sold
If you sell this soul no-one would buy it
They wouldn't turn and look back
Again and again they give you advice
They colour their eyes with the world's wealth
The one in love died and they released him
He who dies is an animal, those in love never die